I have two cocker spaniels and Chipper is the union steward of local 633. He is always informing me (his employer) when it is time to eat, when to get treats and which type. He makes sure we follow the cocker spaniels union contract at all times. He warns us if we are late in providing these benefits and if we are in danger of violating the contract.
“A cocker,” I exclaimed, as I looked out the car window at the neighboring car during a traffic jam. My boyfriend slammed his foot on the brakes, thinking my outburst signaled impending danger as we passed through Hubbard’s Cave in downtown Chicago. That was his inauguration into my world of dogs, especially cocker and springer spaniels. At that time I was living without a dog, alone in an apartment and in desperate need of a dog. Continue reading